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ft. ( adult+timeskip! ) atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, osamu miya, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi
warnings ; nothing but cuteness
a/n ; the miya twins would have girls you cannot change my mind
atsumu დ he gets all smiley when his little girl waddles up to him, just learning how to walk with that adorable giggle. “daddy!~” she squeals excitedly, clenching and unclenching her fist, asking to be picked up. he picks her up, spinning her in the air. burying his face into her small tummy to make her laugh with glee.
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bokuto დ “see! your daddy’s real cool!” bokuto boasts, his son and daughter staring with a wide mouths and pure confusion. “look y/n! they’re speechless!” he pours. he had been trying to show them a video of him spiking a ball, but all they wanted to do was play. “bo, i think they just want their daddy’s attention.” you chuckled from the couch. bo sighed dejectedly. “well, who wants to play hide and seek with daddy?!” he brightened at this cries of joy.
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ushijima დ his baby girl was sitting in a tiny stool, observing so carefully how her father braided her hair. it was too cute. it seemed she had gained her fathers patience, so quiet and calculated. “daddy, why’re you braiding my hair?” she suddenly started, her father only smiled gently. “because you look beautiful with a braid my dear, and you liked it braided.” he reminded, his daughter nodding her head quickly. every day he would braid her hair. precious.
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osamu დ he snorted a laugh, his twin girls were staring at him cooking up a new dish. awestruck apparently. “you wanna try ladies?” he inquired, beckoning them over towards him. they quickly raced to him, offering to do a thousand things at once. of course, osamu was more than happy to teach them. you took a billion pictures, it was too sweet to miss out on, especially when they tried it, their proud expressions while osamu glowed.
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suna დ he was having a ‘photoshoot’ with his girl, she was all giggly, swinging her tiny feet in glee. suna stuck his tongue out foolishly, his little girl following closely behind. he saved all these photos to his favorites. kissing his girls cheek moments after. “you are a model.” he complimented, tickling her sides before she could reply. “a giggly model.”
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sakusa დ his daughter is JUST like him. she even talks like him. you were pushing her in a cart with sakusa while at the grocery store. sakusa plucked a bag of flour off one of the shelves. “stop, daddy.” he turned to ask her what, she sighed just like he did, surprising both of you when she pulled a mini hand sanitizer out of her little bag. “flour has germs.” sakusa cooed at this. “she is scarily like you.” you mused, meanwhile he was having a field day kissing her cheeks.
-maak
plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited
cw: degradation, thigh riding in front of the seijoh four, calling issei daddy, bunny as a pet name, issei slapping your ass & face, breath play [choking], little bit of hair pulling and some slight tears from the reader
pairing: matsukawa x afab!reader
wc: 500 ish
a/n: small drabble that's been sitting in my drafts rotting for literal months
You had just finished your nth drink of the night and you could certainly feel the alcohol running its course through your blood. All inhibitions are hanging on the smallest thread and you walk a dangerously thin line, evident by the way you shamelessly grind your soaked panties up and down Mattsun’s denim-clad thighs. You’ve completely drenched the thick fabric of his jeans.
“You know everyone is watching you hump my leg like a bitch in heat?” Issei’s tone is sharp like the sting you feel on your ass when he brings his palm down on it forcefully. The impact causes you to yelp and lurch forward, your forehead landing on his shoulder.
“Don’t care.” You murmur through your soft moans. The excitement of being watched by your closest friends only heightens your levels of pleasure.
“You’re getting off on the attention, aren’t you?” The question causes your face to darken a few shades of red and you’re too embarrassed to answer.
“Answer me.” This time, his hand meets your cheek and you look up into his dark brown eyes with tears in yours. They threaten to spill past your lash line; your glossy eyes only spur him on. When you hesitate to answer him a second time, his hand finds its way around the column of your throat and applies an ample amount of pressure to your pulse points. Your thighs clench, the lack of airflow makes you dizzy in the most delicious way.
“Y-yes.” You choke out.
“Yes, what?” And you feel his thick fingers squeeze harder, his patience only grows thinner.
“Yes, Daddy!” You squeal and he finally loosens up to relieve some pressure and you instantly feel the blood rushing to your head and you gasp deeply.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little too rough with them?” The voice is hoarse, and hard to hear over the music, but it could only belong to the one and only Iwaizumi Hajime by the caring nature of the question.
“Nah,” he responds in his usual nonchalant tone, “the little whore likes to be used like this.” His degrading words shoot heat straight to your core and pull at the tightening cord that you feel in your tummy.
“Don’t you, bunny?” He says as he beams down at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“Mhm,” you nod, “I love it, Daddy.” You say shamelessly.
“Such a good plaything,” he praises as he uses the hand that was around your throat to pat your cheek twice, “don’t you guys think I have such a well-behaved slut?”The question is meant to be answered but when Mattsun’s ears are met with silence from the crowd he barks up again. “Aren’t they such a well-behaved slut?” His voice booms in your ear.
A chorus of agreements from the men are heard and Issei snakes his hand up your scalp, gathering all of your hair into his hand as he tugs the follicles slightly. You let a groan escape from your throat. You become hyper-aware of the eyes that bore holes all over your body, devouring your every move. You rock your hips, more erratic, chasing your high.
“G-gonna cum, gonna make a mess in my panties, Daddy.” You manage to say clear enough for the audience to hear.
“Go ahead, baby. Let them hear how pretty you sound when you cream.” His words trigger your orgasm. Your body wracks with intensity and you struggle to catch your breath as you ride out your climax.
“Can we do that thing we talked about?” You whisper into your boyfriend’s ear. He chuckles darkly before he answers you.
“Well, that’s all up to them,” he uses his head to gesture to the group sitting behind you, “isn’t it?”
“I guess so.” You reply almost excitedly.
“Go on, ask them.” Mattsun looks down on you with that demeaning and self-satisfied expression that he wears so well.
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Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: If there's one thing certain in life it's that I'm never leaving my daddy Toji out of an event :) Warnings: stepcest, daddy kink, bratting, car sex, degradation, praise, petnames, orgasm denial, fingering, vaginal penetration, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie. Words: 2.6k
Your daddy hates it when you’re a brat. That’s how you found yourself in an alleyway in London getting fucked within an inch of your life in the backseat of his hired town car. There is part of you that is remorseful, of course, but there is an even bigger part of you that is grinning from ear to ear at this very expected turn of events. He just fucks you better when he’s riled up. And there’s absolutely no better way to rile him up that to be a big brat. You think he doesn’t know you do it on purpose? Huh? Do you think you have a dumb ol’ daddy who doesn’t know how much you like getting fucked like a whore?
He may tell you he hates it when you brat, but secretly, he loves it.
He flew you and your brother Megumi out to London so that you could do some Christmas shopping together. His wallet is as fat as his cock, and you love him for it. Your poor mother, she couldn’t even come and spend the holidays here with you because she was busy with work. What a shame. It means you have your daddy all to yourself.
Megumi isn’t stupid, either, he knows you’re his dad’s extra piece of ass. But he doesn’t care. Your brother, God love him, is quite possibly a bigger brat than you are. He isn’t a brat in the sense he’ll throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants. Toji just loves to throw money at him, so he’s come to expect it. He’s willing to turn a blind eye to your indiscretions so long as he gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And it suits Toji just fine, that’s what he’s been doing his whole life anyway.
“Let me out here, I matched with some whore on Tinder. Gonna meet her for some drinks and fuck her later.” Megumi explains. Toji nods, signalling the driver to pull over and let his son out. “I’ll be needing some cash for the date, of course.”
“Naturally, here, piss off and enjoy getting your dick wet. Later Megs,” Toji waves as your driver took off again.
He noticed you pouting out of the corner of his eye. Such a damn brat. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, you know he never does when you go all puppy dog eyes on him. So, you begin to whimper. Pawing at his shirt and snuggling closer to him.
“Daaaaaaddy.” you fuss, doing all that you can to gain his attention.
“What, baby? What is it?”
“’s not fair, daddy.” you tell him, folding your arms and moving away from him with a disgruntled expression on your sweet little face. He chuckles at that. So petulant and just plain adorable.
“What’s not fair darlin’? Look at me ‘n tell me, daddy can’t make it better unless you tell me.” he expresses. When you don’t budge, your eyes widen when you feel his enormous arms wrap around you. He pulls you onto his lap, commanding you to look him in the eyes as he manoeuvres your face with his index finger. “Tell me right now. Or I’m taking all of your new designer shit right on back to the store.”
“It’s just… why do you let Megumi do whatever he wants but not me? I’d never be allowed to go to a bar alone… you’re so strict with me, Toji.”
“Sorry, didn’t catch that. What the fuck did you just call me?”
“’m sorry… I meant daddy. I love you daddy.”
“That’s what I thought. It’s a big scary city sweetheart, ‘n you’re daddy’s little girl aren’tcha? Don’t want anything to happen to my baby, wanna keep you safe at all times.”
“But—”
“Enough. I know best, don’t I? Now, we’re gonna go back to the hotel and get ready ‘cause I’m takin’ you somewhere fancy to eat, alright?”
The novelty of your bratty behaviour quickly wore off, for him. You’d been in a bad mood since you got back to your hotel room. Normally you enjoy listening to music while you get ready, but today you sat in silence with the gloomiest expression on your face he’s ever seen.
Despite the fact you were wearing one of the absolutely gorgeous new dresses he’d bought for you, it still didn’t coax a smile out of you. Ungrateful little bitch. You didn’t even give your daddy a twirl. Why the fuck did he pay for it if you won’t even show him how good you look in it?
Just keep pushing him, see what happens.
You’re back in the town car again. The sky is black, and the Christmas lights are illuminating the sky. There’s too much light pollution for the stars to shine, but the seasonal decorations are the perfect substitute. And you’re back to where you had been earlier, the stores are still open. And suddenly, you’re in the mood to shop again.
“Daddy, I want some new shoes.” you tell him.
“That’s nice baby. But that’s not how I’ve taught you to ask for things plus you’ve been a little shit all day. So,”
“Can I please have some news shoes daddy?” you ask, oh so nicely, fluttering your big fake eyelashes at him. He smiles, holding your chin by his thumb and index finger as he tilts you towards him for a kiss. But instead of a kiss, you’re gifted with a smirk.
“No.”
And that’s it. You screamed bloody murder in the back of the car, pulling out your perfectly styled hair and flinging your shoes you already had on at him. Repeats of how much you wanted new shoes shrieked through the car, until finally,
“Alright, pull over.” Toji lamented. You were smiling so sweetly again, using the mirror from your purse to put your hair back in place. Such a damn brat.
That’s it, keep pushing him juuuust like that.
There was barely any room for either of you to move when you got back into the car. You’d given your daddy’s credit card a gorgeous workout, filling the boot of the car to the brim. You were never going to just get one pair of new shoes. And shoes weren’t the limit, either. More new clothes as well as new makeup to boot. Plus, a few sets of sexy lingerie just for daddy.
Even he couldn’t deny the way his cock hardened as you modelled them for him in the changing room.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you for my new things, daddy.”
“You better be good at the restaurant now, eat all your food ‘n behave yourself.” Toji tells you, there is an expectant look on his face. He expects you to be good. He knows you’re his good little girl, he just doesn’t know what’s gotten into you today.
“I don’t wanna go.”
“Baby—”
“No! I don’t want to go, Toji! I don’t wanna go I wanna go home.”
“Fuck sake. Hey, see this alleyway? Yeah. Pull the fuck over.”
Your heart rate quickened as the driver did as he was told. Toji threw a fat roll of cash at him and told him to go somewhere for a little while. He wanted some privacy with his favourite girl. It was exhilarating and alarming all in one terrifying bout. You made the interesting decision to ignore him; only adding an aggressive fuel to the fire.
Do you have a death wish?
He watched you with a threatening glare and a frightening smirk. You found one of the many new lipsticks you’d bought with your daddy’s money in one of the canary yellow bags resting by your feet. It was admirable, really, how you took your time with coating your lips in the nude pink, sweet tasting lipsticks. If he wasn’t already hard, he’s sure it would have had him standing to attention.
“I’ve been sooo naughty, daddy.” you speak as you offer him an over dramatic pout. He yanks you over to him by your wrist, spreading your legs open roughly with heavy palms. He gathers up your dress, slowly… slowly… slowly… until your slutty panties are exposed. The chilling air conditioning in the car instead hitting the sodden material. He laughs when you shudder against him. Poor, sweet thing.
“Such a bad girl for daddy, ain’t ya?”
“Mhmm, I just— oh, daddy!” you are interrupted as he starts prodding at the sticky, black lace between your legs.
“Just wanted your pussy played with, hm? Shoulda told me. Y’know I can’t get enough of your little princess cunt, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”
You can’t think and he’s barely touched you. Simple rubs over lace have you keening and mewling like a lunatic. He cherishes the sight of you losing your fucking sanity over nothing but a little bit of pussy rubbing. Daddy has such good fingers. He’s going at a snails pace, and still, you’re writhing uncontrollably. You’re worse when he does eventually pick up the pace. You try and hide in the crook of his neck, but he’d never allow that.
“Aw, c’mon now. Weren’t so shy when you were throwing a tantrum earlier. Do you want spend all of my fucking money again? Huh? Is that what you want baby?” Toji questions as he continues to flick his fingers over your clit.
“N-No! I want… I want—”
“I’ve only rubbed your cute clit a little, don’t tell me my baby has gone dumb already. What do you want?”
“Finger fuck me! Please, please daddy! I- I- I wanna cum all over your fingers, I need it daddy! I need it s’bad!”
He spreads your legs wider than you thought was possible. You watched as Toji sucked his fingers clean of your slick before moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. His fingers plunged inside of you again, his thumb not letting up on your swollen clit.
“Ohhhhh fuck, daddy! ‘m gonna cum-! Gonna cum f’you daddy!” you manage to breathe out through the delicious assault. He kisses your neck, unrelenting. A sign of solidarity that you are being a good girl for him now. And he’ll give you everything you want.
“So soon baby? Cum f’me… Go on, show daddy how pretty girls cum.”
Your teeth clenched. His lips pressed into your pulse point again and again as you chased your high. He’s such a good kisser. Your daddy always knows just the right places to show you love. You start to buck furiously against his fingers. So damn eager. So fucking needy. There was nothing you craved more in the entire world than this, right now. You wanted to cum. Cum for him.
And he pulled away.
Your eyes shot open, searching his features. He was mocking you. Fuck. You really messed up, it’s been a while since he denied you of anything you wanted. You couldn’t bear to think how long he’d drag this out for.
“D-Daddy?”
“Aw, you’re adorable, darlin’. My little girl is so confused. But you should know better by now, brats don’t get to cum.”
He brought you to the edge and ripped it away from you over and over and over again. It was amusing to him, to see you become such a foolish, babbling mess. All you could manage was slurred wants and desires. Needs and necessities. And he just wouldn’t give them to you. Do you blame him? After the way you behaved; he doesn’t think it’s such a bad thing that he’s battering your g-spot until your brain becomes soupy liquid dribbling from your ears. Tongue lolled out like a whore, just how he likes you.
Daddy’s little whore.
He soon grows tired tormenting fingertips drawing circles into your dewy core. He positions you on all fours, determined to bully his cock into you instead. It’s still near impossible to take his entire length despite the endless time he spent finger fucking your tremoring cunt.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his wrist to gain better leverage to fuck into your spent little hole. The whole car rocks when he starts. It’s so embarrassing, but neither of you can find the ability to care. You can only hope no one comes by and notices what you’re up to. Toji, on the other hand, takes great delight in the prospect of passers by hearing you cry for his cock.
“S’big daddy!”
“I know baby, fuckin’ big. Describe it. Describe it for daddy.”
“Ah-! Too big f’me! So full, daddy! So full, want your cum…”
There was no chance that you could get away with this act of public indency, not with the way you were caterwauling. Toji was splitting you in two! You were sure of it. He began to pound into you with reckless abandon, and you hoped this meant you’d finally be allowed to cum. You held your stomach, positive you could feel him in your fucking womb.
“’m gonna cum daddy, please, please. Can I?”
“Cream daddy, darlin’. Want your creamy pussy gushin’ round me.”
And it’s lights out after that. You remember your vision clouding for a few moments, but he wouldn’t let you pass out on him. Harsh slaps to your face and rear brought you back from the brink of unconsciousness, and you looked over your shoulder, only to be greeted with a furious scowl.
“Don’t dare try to fall asleep baby, not done with ya.”
The statement remains true for a matter of seconds before he floods your stretched walls with his gooey, rich, cum. He’s grunting above you like an animal, unable to control his primal instincts. Marking your pretty pussy is one of the greatest joys of his life, you’re his. You are Toji Fushiguro’s marked little girl, your pussy is his property.
“C’mere. Turn around, face me. Face me, sweetheart.” he instructs. You’re slow in your movements. And of course your perfect daddy is quick to help you. Pulling you around like a perfect little doll, positioning you until you’re eye level with his cock. “Clean it.” he demands.
“D-Daddy…”
“Suck it clean darlin’. Don’t make me ask you again.”
You’d never deny him a request, especially one which involves his cock down your throat. You can feel him softening from his intense orgasm, and yet he’s still monstrously huge. He shudders each time your tongue darts into his slit. You want to do a thorough job of cleaning him, after all. You trace each vein of his drained shaft with your mischievous tongue.
Perfect girl. Perfect slut.
He pulls out, tracing his tip over your plump lips a few times before he gets a little rougher. Before long, he’s smearing leaky cum and your brand new lipstick all around the lower half of your face. Your mascara has already run down your face, so much crying over daddy’s big cock. Such a pretty baby. Your gorgeous face is daddy’s canvas.
“’m tired daddy… can we please go back to the hotel?” you ask, you flinch a little as soon as you speak. Realising that it sounds like you still haven’t learnt your lesson.
“Fuck it,” he starts. He pulls you onto his lap as he scrolls through his contacts to instruct your driver to take you back to the hotel. “orderin’ room service and fuckin’ your cute little pussy s’more. Alright? But we are going out for food tomorrow. And you better fucking behave yourself.” he explains, the stern bass in his voice made you squeeze your thighs ever so slightly. You burrow your face into his neck, peppering your favourite daddy in sweet, affectionate kisses.
“Thank you daddy.” you whisper.
He squeezes his arm around you a little tighter. You giggle at the change in pressure, you’re so close to your daddy. Barely any room to move. To breathe. And you love it. You love him. And…
“I love you, princess.”
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